Here’s the homemade cake. Daddy did most of the hard work, baking until 2am the night before. Mommy did the fun part: decorating the top.
What is this? Can I eat it? Can I put it in my mouth? A little guidance here, please.
Oh, cool. That actually tastes really interesting. Why is that?
Anyway, I don’t know if I’m supposed to be eating this, but I’m certainly not going to stop unless someone tells me to.
I totally just ate that whole thing. And I’m feelin’ it.